Foreboding Dream

Tio another bad dream today. I think it’s because I changed pillows… orz

I was looking for a job and Kooling recommended me to her company. The interior was pretty lush, with lots of red carpetry even on the dome-shaped doorways and stuff. I felt that this was going to be a good environment, so obviously I was quite psyched to work there.

Well I went there to be greeted by icy cold stares. People were judging the contrast between what I wore and my lack of skills. I stayed there for a while and realised that I didn’t have my portfolio. Somehow the folder that was in front of me had some of my drawings in the final pages, and I sat next to a long haired woman as she flipped through the folder. A man walked past and scoffed.

Wah lau eh! Damn demoralising sia.

After that I walked around the velvety red compound and There were three young girls sirring in a banana boat on wheel. They tried to go through a dome-shaped doorway but the sails got stuck. I then walked towards them to try to help and witnessed a smartly-dressed company work lower the sails so that the whole structure became compact. The banana boat was a submission for a competition. I was very impressed with what the company was doing. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be.

Anyway, I woke up from the dream feeling very impotent. This can’t be good.

Today was Weird

I know I’ve had countless dreams of having to pee since young, but this morning’s one consisted of me having to take a dump. For some inane reason, I went to Vader’s house where he and Mum were, and the toilet that I went to suddenly turned into his room. Apparently I had to shift everything from the bedside shelf on my right over to the table on my left so that I could use the toilet. So I did.

One by one I shifted the white stuff over, while suffering from the sensation of having to go. There were two particular things from the shelf that I remember having to carry over. They were at the back furthest from me. The first one was an oddly-shaped container and the base was wet- it made a water rim when I lifted it off the shelf. The second was a normal transparent jug of water.

I was about to finish up clearing the shelf when suddenly I heard Brat#1’s voice shouting urgently behind me, “Zhe! Wake up late already!” and I responded with a very tired “Hnnn!“. Am still not sure if this part happened in the dream or in the real world ^^;

After washing up I thought that perhaps my dream was telling me that I needed to shit. So I sat on the toilet bowl before taking a shower… nothing. CHEAT FEELINGS LA. (But I did go tonight XDDDD)

Charcoal’s class was okay. We showed our colour photos. He commented that my colours were very surreal but it worked. AngelS discovered that she has a fetish for leggings and kept touching my orange plaid covered-leg.

Elicited lots of gasps from prople at school over my new haircut. Realised that Jerms still calls me 无名 and said that I looked different but nice. QQ said I was the second most daring person after Itchy. Quite a number of people went, “What have you done to your hair?!!?” Lulzzzz

JK’s class was also okay. I was minding my own business in my little corner of the room when a thud was heard. A girl had fainted behind me. Two of her friends were supporting her (One of them was Turner- I don’t know the fainting girl and the other girl but they were all Indonesian friends I guess) What happened from my pov, in sequence:

1) Took in the whole scene after turning around to see what the noise was about. Fainting Girl (FG) was propped up by Turner who was behind. Other Girl (OG) had her back towards me, blocking a large portion of FG.
2) Saw FG’s eyes roll back to reveal the whites.
3) Lowered my gaze to take in FG’s left arm twitch forward twice.
4) Immediately exclaimed to the class who didn’t know what was going on, “Wah, hyperventilating!” (I was grossly wrong but the twitching made me say it and it looked like we needed all the help we could get… unfortunately nobody seemed to be able to offer assistance except to circle round lol)
5) People crowd round. I panicked a bit because Turner and OG were still propping FG up in a sort of sitting position, and if this was a seizure that wouldn’t exactly be the best position to have FG be in, although I was quite unsure if the knowledge was remembered correctly or not. Am not sure if I told them to lie her on the floor or if the thought only existed in my head. At that same time, FG came round.
6) JK asked what happened, and somehow the story became something like an easel fell on her and she fell. People fussed a bit about her, and then separated. I was very confused about this story, because clearly I had seen the the symptoms of her fainting spell. I went about my business, getting cadmium yellow from the common paint box. Squeezed some of it onto my palette.
7) Went back to FG, confirmed with an excited Turner about the white eyes and twitching hands, because we witnessed the same things and were probably confused by the incongruency of what happened and what was said to have happened.
8) Asked FG if she had a history of fainting. She did not seem to comprehend after asking it twice. Then I realised I probably had to rephrase because she could either be still in shock or her English wasn’t that good, and asked if she had fainted before. Turner also helped by translating it in Bahasa Indonesia.
9) FG had not fainted before. She had cut her hand on an easel earlier, and a while after that, she suddenly fainted.

While the two events may not have any links to each other, this occurrence was very perplexing, and Shasha and I advised her to go see a doctor, because it could be a reflection of something bad happening to her health (but touch wood ahh). As a non-citizen, if FG finds out that there’s something wrong with her body, it’s going to be hell for her to foot the medical fees in Singapore without subsidies :S

This whole event was more like a dream sequence that the dream I had this morning la!

36 degree celcius

This was my temperature when it was taken at 2.30 in school today. There was only one girl with a higher temperature than I in the same page of the log book, surpassing me by 0.7 degree celcius. Tom was the lowest with 34-something.

I told him it was because he was short XDDD

But actually I think the sunny weather has something to do with frying brains, and this theory is further supported by Tom’s supposed hard head, thereby insulating his head innards from extra heat :P

Btw, inserting the thermometer into the ear without the disposable plastic cap is disgusting. Hello, swiping the head with an antiseptic-filled cotton is not enough. Reusing that same cotton after it went through someone else’s ear also kind of defeats the purpose doesn’t it? I fear I may catch some other disease than the H1N1 that’s been making a name through households.

Dream-wise, I’ve been having the time of my life. It all started last week. I’ve had adventures with plenty of people, both unreal and random real people. It gets a bit tiring to wake up sometimes.

Some of the dreams I can remember are:

- DJR being a friend and introducing me to this set of 3 stools. I sat on a misshapen purple one, and suddenly it morphed into a straight chair complete with a back, arm rests, and a tray in front of me (like a baby chair). It flew, taking me to places, but it was really unnerving because there were four tealight candles on the tray in front of me.

- The next dream on that same night after waking up in pre-dawn was about me in a classroom. We were sitting in two long rows to the left side of the room and I was sitting near the end on one. Suddenly the teacher announced that he was going to tell a ghost story. I wept and begging him not to do so. For some reason I was now sitting at a desk in front of the row near the teacher. Shasha on my right turned to me and calmed me down. (Coincidentally, I woke up to read a book that Mum’s tuition kid lent me and it was a book revolving about the eerie supernatural. Check it out, Odd Thomas is a beautiful read.)

- Being in a house chilling with cool dudes (the term ‘dudes’ being a class of people), and then having a son of a family sitting next to me on the couch telling me his sister was murdered by them. He showed me his PSP and the first few pictures were of a beautiful baby girl. The last two were grotesque manifestations of her body in a spaghetti mummification. There was a weird middle-aged woman lingering on a bare room with a balcony outside. I needed to go to the toilet, but couldn’t find it. Brat #1 showed me the way. The suspicious woman outside turned out to be a red herring. It was one of the strangest dreams I’ve had. when I related it over lunch, Uncle MC. said I was sick and weird.

- We were parachuting from a plane. One of them had a faulty parachute– it could be released but somehow could not take its shape and was flapping away like a sickle red blood cell. He was among those who were nearer the ground, and I could see him accelerating his way to certain death, until someone zoomed past me and grabbed hold of the guy. I never knew if they made it because it immediately cut to indoors after the jump. That guy turned out to be alive, and he was sitting there saying how he didn’t realise that he was in danger (and I listened to him and went wtf). Senpai walked in and sat around the circle. She was also in the same sort of black one-suit uniform (like a diving suit). We chatted among each other.

That was today’s dream.

Quirks and 口头禅s

Today YHerng and I made small talk and she asked me how was life.

I didn’t even get to answer when she replied it for me in a very duh way, “Okay lor.“

Then she laughed and said I always say that, and that Kenken imitates me.

And I went all indignant and protested, “Where got?!“

When realised that I probably say that phrase a lot too.

What other quirks do I have that needs informing?

***

That aside, I had the most horrible nightmare I’ve had academic-wise. I dreamt that I took an elevator to a huge huge huge huge HUGE library, and the elevator zoomed zig-zagged along the tracks to the building, like a roller coaster. That was fun.

The nightmare began when I entered the room and it was filled with people and tables and metal chairs and we were told to complete an animation exam. As in, finish an animation by 3 hours.

There was paper and a pencil in front of each person.

Paper and pencil equals 2D animation right? But apparently we were supposed to choose from a selection of characters to animate, and those appeared in my mind in 3D.

It was so confusing that I went out of the exam room and loitered around the children’s book section in the library, while contemplating on possible story plots with a certain female character and some moon… I couldn’t think up a decent plot despite much brain-shaking.

And then I never did find my way back into the exam room.

Stressful!

Hello Codan

There were a few familiar faces from ADM in my dream. I distinctly remember 冒冷汗的少年 going off somewhere after that, while I went with a few other unrecognisable faces in an old metal-rimmed car to a mega store which was divided into two- one for clothes and the other for furniture. It was a place where you needed a crane to even reach anything that was at the top shelves.

I wandered around both sections, torn in a dilemma of choosing between two patterned leggings. Finally I loitered around a pale wooden table with Vader. The phone rang, and he picked it up. Then he passed the receiver to me.

“Hi I’m Codan, we’ve talked before,” the unfamiliar voice on the other end said.

His voice sounded very professional, and I started to think that perhaps he was calling to tell me something about a competition result. Holding my breath, and not wanting to embarrass either of us in confessing that I didn’t know who he was, I followed with an, “Uh huh…? What are you calling me for?“

He was about to answer when the line went dead and some voice boomed, “Zhe, Pa is on his way soon.“

It was Ti’s voice.

“Hello??” I said, trying to clutch onto the disconnected line, and then realised that it felt so tiring just to say that one word, because I was saying it in real life.

Ti laughed at me, “You’re sleep-talking! Haha!” he teased.

I responded by burying my head further into the folds of my pillow.

So tired.

I hated all males today.

Death Ceremony

Kooling was dead. She was lying in the room, and I didn’t want to go in just yet. I couldn’t.

Took my time preparing the burial food. Had to pack something like pineapple rice into a clothed container with a cat face. After that I had to insert two chopsticks into the base. Brat#1 helped me to hold the container up.

I really didn’t want to go into the room where Kooling’s body lay. The seniors were in the living room chatting over the dining table (I was on the floor a distance away).

After a while I had finished and had no choice but to go into the room. Just as I was distressing over the inevitable, she came out.

I was pretending! she said, cheerfully.

It was then that I cried and cried, calling her a sick bastard.

I’m pretty sure my despondant dreams have something to do with school re-opening next Monday.

Of Limbs That Drop and Guns

That quaint place turned out to have a resolution that had people wield guns and shoot other people dead for their petty crimes (or accused crimes). I was crying for the senseless horror.

But everyone else seemed okay with it, and the congregation (somehow we were all now in a large unfurnished sports hall) slid down one of the many slides to the exit. I was about to slide down with a heavy heart when I felt something heavy against my back. It turned out to be someone I knew a while back (not in real life though). I confessed my feelings about this horrific event, and she empathised with me. I felt very close to her for her support (and to know that I wasn’t alone), and leaned back in her embrace.

We slid down the slide, and halfway down the undulating ride my arm around her shoulder was unattached. I was shocked and surprised, but she laughed it off and showed that hers was unattached too. Both our arms were intertwined. I laughed too.

(WAH LAU EH TOO MUCH LESBIAN UNDERTONES PLZ XDD But we didn’t do anything to cement our ambiguous relationship la).

Outside, she disappeared and I saw a silver van with Small Ben inside, being the usual happy boy and eating a stick of something fried. Glenn and Toon were standing outside, leaning on the poles (at least Toon was, the sleazeball :P). Toon asked if I wanted to go along with them; I said no and asked him what his score was. He got a 271. I only had 26-something.

I recalled that I was together with Leaves at a white booth. We were revealing our scores and hers was 273. I felt really inferior to all these people.

I woke up when I was still being depressed over my scores.

Post X

Concussed for 13 hours. Woohoo!

I dreamt that there was a little girl who was going to be locked in a laboratory room by a secretly evil uncle. She stayed in there in solitude for a while, knowing what she wasn’t supposed to know and wondering how to escape. Sometimes I was her and sometimes I was a omniscient being observing how the events unfolded.

She somehow managed to escape, and the scene changed to that atop a wide tunnel. There were similar escapees and I saw that there were cars attacking them. Observed a woman with long black hair kicking away machine parts that headed towards her at high speed. I knew that they were parts of a car, but they looked more like giant metallic tubes.

There was a bit of a humor part where the danger ceased and we gathered together and I tried to dance a bit (because they all could).

Suddenly the little girl/me wasn’t a little girl anymore, but a young woman. Nicole Kidman… and there was a love interest in one of the escapees (wtf, I know I’ve been watching too many Australia trailers now).

I am so glad I woke up.

Speaking to Fish

She told me that she learnt how to speak to fish since Primary 3. The carps gathered around our outstretched hands.

When I looked back, a crowd had formed in a large semi-circle.

Yellow Flowers

I dreamt about the photography critique we never had this semester. My pictures of flowers were on flimsy recycled paper. They were crumpled and dyed a tone of yellow. And blue.

Actually before Charcoal spread out my photos on the table on his own accord, I was driving this motorised vehicle around a hotel’s carpeted area. There was a slope going from the second floor to the first. After that I wanted to go up but somehow seemed to go up the stairs. So I went around looking for the slope I came down in. When I located it I had to wait for a family of ang mohs who were walking down the slope. It got pretty irritating. Because I wanted to get to class soon.

My classmates all seemed to be people from film majors. JonaGQD, Kiampa, Kenny/Lewis, plus a few of the film majors who were my experimental photo classmates the previous semester. I am going to sorely miss Charcoal’s class next semester when he only teaches Photo majors :((((((

I woke up very tired from the dream. Am doing all I can to keep from falling asleep even now :( (i.e. being stuck to the computer :D)

Me: dammit i’m rpting tt youtube on ur blog lor
Emoboy: london bridge?
Emoboy: haha
Me: yea
Emoboy: oh yeah
Me: damn cool
Me: OH SNAP
Emoboy: haha dat’s gd shit
Emoboy: HOW COME!!!!!
Emoboy: hahahhaha
Emoboy: classic
Me: wah lau
Me: now i know what he’s shouting….
Me: at the end…
Emoboy: ………
Emoboy: it’s how come laaaa
Emoboy: haha
Me: i heard it as guttural screams
Emoboy: nooooooooooo
Emoboy: haha